Whew, Christmas is over! I feel like I’ve run a marathon, except for not burning any calories. And other things. We had a very nice Christmas, but it was tiring!
If you’re a parent, does it look like your home has been hit by a toy tornado? All the clutter. Gah. We did a few gifts each for the kids, so with the exception of a couple items, their stuff was in their room by the time we had brunch. But then they got gifts at my dad’s (which was the equivalence of three of our Christmases) and Sam’s mom’s house. So now the living room looks like a toy store puked its guts out because there is so much. I’m keeping my mouth shut about the mess until Monday, though, and then the cleaning/organizing will commence.
Come on, Monday! And on Monday, the Christmas tree and few decorations inside will come down! I’m like a post-Christmas Grinch who absolutely relishes in taking all that shit down and shoving it back in boxes and making my house look like Christmas never happened. (Except for that one fucking snow globe I always forget and end up leaving displayed throughout the year.)
So, like I said, this Christmas was a good one. We did a lot of the things on my How I’m Gonna Make Christmas Perfect list. We didn’t watch all the movies, do crafts, or decorate outside. But we did a lot. More than usual, anyway. The kids saw Santa, we watched a few movies, there was hot cocoa, we went to see a light show, plus other things I’m probably forgetting — it was all a lot of fun for the kiddos.
Now that I’ve got the niceties out of the way, I’m going to grumble a bit and offer you some advice.
First, never decide to host two Christmas things back to back. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. On Thursday, I was cleaning my house (which included cleaning the floors four different ways because OCD), wrapping gifts, preparing food for the Christmas Eve feast (and I forgot to include anything that I actually eat other than biscuits or ham in my menu, which sucked), making my dessert for the Christmas Day thing at my mother-in-law’s, and getting food ready for the Christmas Day brunch I was having, all the while going back and forth with my father on why I wouldn’t expand the guest list for brunch to 20 fucking people.
That was too much. Way too much. Maybe next time I’ll listen when I’m advised not to put too much pressure on myself. I’m glad that I didn’t fall apart as I usually do at least!
My second piece of advice — don’t buy your kids gifts that require a lot of putting together. Or at least don’t wait until the last minute to start the putting together. The words “I’m going to write a scathing review!” were uttered more than once. We were up until 3AM putting together Baby Girl’s coupe, her little house, and Little Man’s drum set. We’ve been doing this parent thing for eight Christmases now. You’d think we wouldn’t be making such rookie moves at this point!
Now that the grumbling is out of the way, I’ll say that everyone enjoyed the food at both of my things, the kids loved their Christmas gifts, Sam gave me the most thoughtful present ever (a charm bracelet with all of our babies’ names and birthstones), and things went okay at my Dad’s house and great at my mother-in-law’s. Little Man called it “the best Christmas ever.”
How was your Christmas/holiday?